THE DARK LORD'S PRIVATE RESIDENCE, UNKNOWN LOCATION.

"π‘ƒπ‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’, π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘”π‘œ!"

"πΈπ‘›π‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž," 𝐻𝑒 β„Žπ‘–π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘‘, π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘-π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘‘ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘‘π‘’π‘’π‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘, "𝐼 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ ."

π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘›, π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘  π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘“π‘–π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’, "π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑑 π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘, π‘šπ‘¦ πΏπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘? 'π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘¦ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘£π‘Žπ‘›π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘ β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π·π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ πΏπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘'. π΄π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘šπ‘’, π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ β€” 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ π‘”π‘œ 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’. π·π‘œ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π‘˜ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘’π‘£π‘’!"

"π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘“π‘œπ‘œπ‘™π‘–π‘ β„Ž, π΅π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘₯! 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’…!" 𝐻𝑒 π‘ π‘›π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘£π‘’π‘›π‘œπ‘šπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘™π‘¦, "π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘Ž π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’? π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘™ πΏπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘‰π‘œπ‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘? 𝐼𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝐼 π‘€β„Žπ‘œ π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ 𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘π‘¦ π‘œπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™!"

π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘€ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘˜π‘  π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’π‘˜π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑑𝑖𝑝 π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Ž 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘π‘–π‘›π‘˜. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘–π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘š π‘œπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’, β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’, "π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ."

"π΅π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘Ž." 𝐻𝑒 π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘, β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Ž 𝑓𝑒𝑀 π‘œπ‘π‘‘π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘ , π‘Žπ‘› 𝑒π‘₯β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘Ž β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘“-π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘“-π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘–π‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘ π‘–π‘”β„Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘›π‘œπ‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘™π‘ . 𝐻𝑒 π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘ π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘› π‘Ž π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘§π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘π‘˜π‘™π‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’π‘˜, "π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘¦π‘Žπ‘™, π‘šπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘“π‘’π‘™. πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘."

"π·π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑒? 𝐼 π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘šπ‘¦ πΏπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑," π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘β„Ž, β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘¦, β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘™π‘¦ 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑀𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘π‘˜, π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”, π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘™π‘Žπ‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘ , "π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›."

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛, β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘š 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 π‘ π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘™π‘¦, π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘ π‘œ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’ β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘š, π‘ π‘œπ‘“π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘  π‘œπ‘› β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘›π‘’π‘π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘‘, 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑑 π‘“π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘‘, π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘  𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘“π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘. π»π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘–π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦, π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘ π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑒π‘₯𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑠 π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘π‘˜π‘™π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦.

"π‘΄π’š 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅." π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘, β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘€π‘–π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘–π‘š 𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Ž π‘”π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘π‘¦π‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”.

𝐻𝑒 π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ β„Žπ‘’'𝑑 𝑠𝑀𝑒𝑝𝑑 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘œπ‘š, β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘  β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Ž 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘, "π’Žπ’š π‘³π’‚π’…π’š."

. . .

She'd woken with a fierce start in his bed a few hours later to a pain so severe it made her gasp. She clutched at her forearm as the muscles in her hand cramped and twitched, grey eyes wild with confusion shooting to the mark on her wrist. It seared a crimson so deep it looked like her own blood. She clenched her teeth, brows knitting, agony making her stomach coil and tighten in anguish. Tears brimmed her lashes, sweat stuck to her skin β€” and then she heard his voice as though he had whispered it in her ear, "remember."

Bellatrix flung the sheets off herself and dressed with a flick of her wand. She glanced at the clock as she passed it in the hallway, it was one in the morning. He should've been back β€” how had she fallen asleep? He had promised her he would be back no later than midnight, he had assured her it was a simple job but one he had to do himself nonetheless.

She apparated without further delay back to her own manor in Surrey.

CASTLE LESTRANGE, SURREY.

"Rodolphus!" She called through the house, taking to the stairs in darkness through memory, "Rodolphus!"

The door to the master suit flung open and Rodolphus came out, sleep, concern and confusion on his face, "Bella? What is it love?"

"He's hurtβ€”" she said quickly, "he'sβ€”" she cut herself off and clenched her arm.

Rodolphus, bewildered, looked down at his arm and to his wife's. His mark wasn't searing, "what do you mean?"

Bellatrix's arm was bleeding around her mark. It felt as though someone had hold of her arm and had been pulled away at such force they'd torn off her skin in the process, "he's hurt!"

"Okay," Rodolphus hushed as he cupped her face, his thick brows knotting, "it's okay love, we'll go to him together β€” where is he?"

"I don't know!" She said, warm tears running down her face and her husband's thumbs sweeping them all away, "I can feel him β€” he's hurt β€” he's dying."

"What's going on?" Rabastan called from across the hall, "Bella? Are you okay?"

"He can't die, Bella." He assured quickly and quietly as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked his wife back towards the stairs. They'd find the other death eaters immediately, "Bella, you're the only legilimens aside from him β€” reach them all, okay? Rab, come downstairs."

Bellatrix nodded quickly, sweeping her tears away as blood dripped down her arm to her fingertips. She breathed, closing her eyes and drowning out the pain β€” her Master's pain.

Rabastan followed his brother and sister in-law down with a look of utter confusion much like his brother's had been only moments ago. One by one, death eaters appeared in the foyer of the manor, some still in their night-clothes, some who looked as though they'd been out. Antonin Dolohov, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Augustus Rookwood, Corban Yaxley, Evan Rosier, Igor Karkaroff, Mulciber jr, Walden Macnair, Barty Crouch Jr. . . Each and every one of them appeared. They all looked confused. None of their marks were burning like Bellatrix's, whose arm was still searing, though her tears had gone.

"What's wrong?" Antonin was the first to step forward, "Where is he?"

A sudden loud pop followed the question and Lucius Malfoy came in, hair a little out of place and breathless, "the Ministry are saying he's gone β€” the Dark Lord, the Potter boy killed him."

A murmur fell amongst the group, but Bellatrix shook her head, "Harry Potter is a child! And he couldn't have killed him β€” and are you forgetting, Lucius? That our master is immortal?" Silence fell once again as Bellatrix looked around at them all, "are none of your marks burning? Can none of you feel him?"

Alecto reached out for Bellatrix's arm wearily, "Bellatrixβ€”" she said quietly, showing her own arm. Her mark untouched, in fact it looked a little dull, like a faded tattoo, "it's just yours."

Karkaroff spoke up, his thick Russian accent much louder than Alecto's quiet voice, "perhaps he is merely wounded."

"Merely wounded?" Bellatrix stared at him with abject horror, "you all know fully well what he had planned for tonight. If he is wounded then it is our job to find him and restore him to health!"

"Everyone is to leave, and to find him no matter the costs β€” and no one is to return until he has been found." With blood trickling down her arm, over her fingertips and dripping onto the floor as she spoke, Bellatrix Lestrange looked like a madwoman. Her grey eyes were bloodshot much like their Masters, her usually beautifully done glossy black hair was left open and wild. Yet, not one person questioned her. She was after all, his right hand witch. He allowed her to instruct orders on the others too, and they all followed without question. "Well?" She asked after a moment, "go."